I recall so vividly, the first time we fell asleep together, entirely naked. Naked with our thoughts. Naked and exposing our bodies. Naked with our hearts. All those slaughtered nights falling asleep with my arms stretched out to the emptiness, the nights of yearning - . It wasn’t the after the first time we made love, that’s a different story entirely, but for me, lying there next to you it was far more poetic and serene than anything I have experienced in my life. Your arms were enclosing my body; your heart was beating away like some crazy ass trippy song yet sounded more like a symphony. With every breath I took, I could feel myself falling more and more in love with you. I had no thoughts, none. I didn’t have any words. At that very moment, everything that was worthy of being said, was already said in the conversation between our hearts.
